Volume ELEVEN of a collection of square-format artwork, featured by colours that complement each other.
Artist's Comments
"A family of one male and a female with her puppy could be seen walking over the dried up plain. Despite the fact that they had walked for miles they still looked healthy enough and the pup were playing around in the dust. Their fur still covered in dust but still they weren't that skinny. At the horison a dead tree with a noose could be seen. A reminder of what once had been but would never be again."
A family of Roahirs. For the *color-me-club Theme this time were "Mideval Fantasy" so I drew up my Roahirs. They are well fitted in the mideval fantasy genre. Fee lineart. Roahir (c) me |
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July 7
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The tide is rising: put your shoulder to the dike with me, lest we fall to the darkness.
Evil lives. Here, now; we must fight it, lest we perish in dishonor and shame.
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"Månen vet att blod ska gjutas här i natt.
På kopparbanor över sjön går en visshet fram:
lik skola ligga bland alarna på en underskön strand."
I'm Björn Borg here
'A double take, commonly used as a comical reaction to a surprising sight, in which someone casually sees something, briefly stops looking at it, realizes what it is, and snaps attention back to it with an expression of surprise or disbelief.'
--
The tide is rising: put your shoulder to the dike with me, lest we fall to the darkness.
Evil lives. Here, now; we must fight it, lest we perish in dishonor and shame.
--
"Månen vet att blod ska gjutas här i natt.
På kopparbanor över sjön går en visshet fram:
lik skola ligga bland alarna på en underskön strand."
I'm Björn Borg here
I mean, a lone hunter who has his family with him isn't exactly 'lone' is he?
Just seemed a bit ironic at the time, is all.
--
The tide is rising: put your shoulder to the dike with me, lest we fall to the darkness.
Evil lives. Here, now; we must fight it, lest we perish in dishonor and shame.
--
"Månen vet att blod ska gjutas här i natt.
På kopparbanor över sjön går en visshet fram:
lik skola ligga bland alarna på en underskön strand."
I'm Björn Borg here
--
The tide is rising: put your shoulder to the dike with me, lest we fall to the darkness.
Evil lives. Here, now; we must fight it, lest we perish in dishonor and shame.
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